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Orthae stretched his arms upward, his empty plate in front of him covered with syrup, butter, and bacon remnants. "Ah...that was good." The four of them had been chatting about random things and obviously none of them had noticed that hours had passed. Orthae squelched his burp in his throat politely. "Excuse me." He said with a smile. Verin punched him lightly on the shoulder. "C'mon, Orthae. Stop bein' so conservative, just let loose once in a while." To prove his point, Verin turned his head and belched. At least he had had the decency to cover his mouth with a napkin. He laughed as he turned back to Orthae. "See? Live a little."

"True, not always. But I just prefer to. It's easier to make friends that way." Orthae nudged Verin with his elbow. Verin responded by merely rolling his eyes. Orthae was hit with an idea. They should head over to that place where you got to hone your powers by blowing whatever got in your way to bits. "Hey! Anyone care to join me on a trip to the training hall?" Verin seemed eager. Cracking his knuckles, he replied, "I thought you'd never ask. I've been dying to blow something up." Orthae directed his attention toward the Raine and Sakura. "How about you two? You in?"

Verin and Orthae practically leapt out of the booth simultaneously. After they were out, they stretched out their cramped wings. As they began walking toward the entrance to make their exit, as oxymoronic as that sounds, Orthae plucked a feather from his wing. He twirled it in between his index finger and thumb, looking at it as though he were admiring it. Verin had other thoughts, he knew that with a little magical twist, Orthae could turn that one feather into a deadly weapon. When looked at from that point of view, Orthae had two wings filled with an endless supply of daggers. That's a scary thought... Orthae was calm, cool, collected, and as stable as a forest. But on the dark side of the moon, that forest was burnt down. "You girls comin'?" Verin called to Sakura and Raine.

With a broad smile, Orthae answered Sakura's question. It was his answer to many questions, "Nope! But that's what the map is for." He pulled out the map again, skimmed it over, and found their destination, plotting a simple route. An idea popped into his head. "Hey, can you two fly? If so, can you fly well? The training hall is almost on the other end of the campus and it would be quicker to fly there." Orthae folded up the map and put it in his satchel, where it mysteriously miniaturized to fit easily.

Orthae blinked. "Neato." Was all he could manage to say at the sight of Raine and Sakura's extravagant wings. There was one thought going through Verin's mind. Good. That means we don't have to carry them. Orthae and Verin exchanged looks, and they both grinned. In unison, they spoke, "Ready?" They both ran a short way down the path and launched off into the air. They loved the liberating feel of flight, it was like being weightless. They both turned and flew back toward Raine and Sakura, stopping in the air, keeping themselves aloft with timely flaps of their wings. A couple of feathers came off of Orthae's wings and they fell, spiraling and twirling, down to the ground. "Orthae, are you shedding your feathers again?" Verin called over to him. Orthae laughed, "Hehe, must be! Must finally be losin' those last few young ones." Verin's feathers had all fallen out and regrew while he had been out training. Orthae experienced less magical exertion than Verin, so his must have been shedding slower. Motioning for them to join them, Orthae and Verin turned and started flying in the direction of the Training Hall...

Sarah walked into the dining hall and sat down in a random chair, far away from most people. As hungry as she was she wasn't in the greatest mood to eat anything, then, why was she here? She was looking for someone, someone that WAS very special to her. Is he still? She wasn't sure, that's most of the reason she was looking for him, or did she miss him? "It's been so long..." She muttered under her quiet and still breath, tears starting to fill her orange eyes. A small tear drop fell from her depressed eyes and rolled off her right cheek down to her chin, then slowly dripped down to the lonely and empty table. It dripped like blood would of from a thin but deep paper cut. Her heart beated hard but slowly against her chest and every beat was painful, like a knife was driven threw her heart every time it would even move. "Why am I getting so worked up? Am I worried about him? Or do I just miss him so much? Maybe both?" she wondered quietly to herself. If she were to speak any louder she would probably break down slowly and sob, but she didn't even want to say it louder besides for that. Other people had no right to know about her problems, no right at all. She looked arround the dining hall and didn't see anyone she knew, this was good, but also bad.

Shiori bit her lip uncertainly as she watched him, not really sure what was going on. But her ears flattened back a little further each time she heard him growl. Despite this, she still picked up her tray and trailed after him to the far side of the cafeteria, her head tilted slightly on confusion. She glanced around a couple times and then looked back at him, jumping as he smashed the table. She almost dropped her tray, but managed to catch it again before it hit the ground. She straighted again, breathing out slowly in relief, and then approached him slowly. "Arashi-senpai, what's wrong?" she asked softly, looking up at him. She knew it couldn't be his shoulder bothering him since she'd healed that, so was it something emotional?